一我并不能判断,他是在听我说话,还是看我说话。他看着我,有一刻应该是盯着我,喉咙里似乎发出了一些音节。但那不是语言,或者说,不是以前他熟练操控、表意明确的语言。他听完我的安慰和叙述,指了指自己的喉咙。要么是他听懂了我的语言,要么是认出了我是他的朋友,他从被窝下把手臂伸了出来,握住了我的手。来看望他之前,我通过医院的朋友确认了他的近况,说是他康复治疗后能够说出一些简单的字词。于是我选择周末带了点水果,和一个我认为 I can not judge whether he is listening to me or looking at me. He looked at me, for a moment should be staring at me, seems to have syllables in his throat. But that is not language, or rather, it is not the language that he used to manipulate and was well-articulated. He listened to my comfort and narration, pointing to his throat. Either he understood my language or recognized me as his friend, and he put his arm out of his bed and took my hand. Before I came to see him, I confirmed his current situation through friends in the hospital, saying that he could say some simple words after he had healed. So I chose to bring some fruit over the weekend, and one I think